Ep.3 - First Lesson (3)
Ep.3 - First Lesson (3)
Perhaps it was the backlash of finally letting it all burst out after so long.
Delin lay collapsed near the lecture hall podium, catching his ragged breath as he faced reality.
With all his might!
All the way to the back! His jizz, pumped out in long spurts, became visual teaching material for the women seated in the front row—
its sticky texture and heat, not to mention its thick scent, all became theirs to take in.
His face burned and his head throbbed in this mortifying predicament, as absurd as it was,
but even more absurd were the women's reactions.
Rising from their seats to stare at the semen splattered thick across the floor, reaching out to touch the semen that had shot past their desks, pressing their noses close and sniffing, inhaling its scent...
In the original world, Delin would have been immediately buried by society and sent to prison, but the women here showed a markedly different disposition. No—if anything, they were even more terrifying.
And that made perfect sense, because the world that had dragged Delin in wasn't merely a monotonous place where men and women had simply swapped genders—
due to their unique culture and biological factors, men held a distinctly low social status, and women were the ones who kept such men in their possession...!
"Whoa... insane..."
So the women's bizarre reactions weren't strange at all!
In the original world, if a woman were to climax while spraying a fountain right before men's eyes, some would have felt revulsion or even disgust—
but if a woman like that appeared before men who had spent their entire lives cultivating every sort of delusion and sexual fetish amidst [limited information] about women?
"Huff, huuuff..."
Delin's situation was the same. If he had spilled his load somewhere else, he might have been met with scorn and contempt—what kind of fucking whore does that—
but in this space saturated with the witches' concentrated sexual desire, Delin's public masturbation show was merely a single spark.
A spark that would lay bare every desire the women had kept hidden!
That spark had just now lit the fuse, accompanied by a burst of pure white fireworks.
"Good... the most important thing in learning is firsthand experience, so I'll take a few volunteers. Who would..."
The fire, now burning fiercely, filled the lecture hall with booming shouts and passionate thrashing before Chichi's words had even ended.
"Me!"
"P-Professor! Please, pick me!"
"I'll do it! Me!"
Chichi praised both their admirable thirst for knowledge and their lust alike, smiling with satisfaction.
It looked like narrowing down the volunteers would be rather difficult.
The first volunteer chosen was a witch you'd describe as a delinquent type—her numerous piercings clinked with a metallic sound every time she walked.
But contrary to her appearance, she seemed quite nervous, having never had the chance to interact with men before.
"Whoa, whoa... that's fucking crazy..."
Fidget, fidget—
Delin's slick cock, caught in the delinquent witch's hand, trembled with a pareureu shiver.
"Hnghk! G-gently, just a little gently!"
"Pipi-yang. If you apply too much force, the male's desire may fade, so adjust your strength and touch him moderately."
"Got it. I watched the whole thing too, y'know!"
With Delin's legs having given out, an inexperienced handjob was now performed with him seated on the floor.
That brutal posture was the very same terrifying milking handjob stance Philmark had once subjected him to, and Delin's body trembled involuntarily, seized by dread—
but even that very sight became mere entertainment for the other witches, firewood to ignite the flames in their hearts!
"How's this, feels good?"
"Hngh! ...It's good! It's good, but...!"
The stiff touch, shaking and stroking up and down in repetition, gave a vivid sense of being used as a practice tool by sexually inexperienced women.
That oddly awkward handwork was far too different from Philmark's professional and skillful touch, or from Chichi who had immediately grasped the trick and kneaded his cock—
so Delin once again drooled and surrendered to his cock's own pleasure, crying out obscenely.
"Hnghik! That spot...! Ahhck! That spot, please, gentlyyy!"
This inexperienced woman who persistently targeted the especially sensitive glans didn't stop her hand even after seeing Delin scream every time she rubbed the head. No. Instead, she focused her assault exactly there.
"Alright. This is the weak point, yeah? Mm!"
As her soft, supple hands stimulated and rubbed the glans this way and that, Delin couldn't endure the stimulation and thrashed about.
"Hnghaak! I hate it! That spot, I hate...!"
But his struggling didn't last long. Chichi's words came back to him—that if he said he hated it or tried to run, he'd get no more pumpkin porridge.
"Please... please, just be gentle with the tip..."
Had his plea moved her?
The delinquent witch trainee's touch slowed.
But.
"He asked you to be gentle, not to stop touching. The tip of the male organ is called the glans, and it's said to be especially sensitive and feel even more. So just keep touching it well, like you're doing now."
"Oh, really?"
"N-no! I'd rather you just go up and down... hnrghk...!"
When he masturbated alone, he just grabbed the outer skin and shook it back and forth to come quickly,
and when Philmark or Neva had their way with him, he was merely squeezed tight inside a cunt until he was utterly sick of it...
so Delin, who had little immunity to a woman's glans caress, was in absolute agony. His cock wasn't even pickled in aphrodisiacs, yet it leaked Cowper's fluid profusely, his cock howling at the top of its lungs about how good it felt.
"Whoaa...!"
The woman looked flustered, staring at her hand now slick with pre-cum. To her, Chichi provided accurate information.
"Don't worry. That's not ejaculation—it's Cowper's fluid being released. It's a fluid the male organ secretes during sexual arousal and pleasure."
"Hnngghh..."
"O-oh, I see! So that means I'm doing well, right? I'm making him feel good?"
"Yes. You're doing splendidly. Fufu..."
The extended handjob only ended after pumping out jizz with renewed vigor once more,
but immediately a new volunteer's new handjob began.
This time a witch with a model-student look, wearing glasses. A woman with striking braided hair.
"L-like this..."
"Hiyyuukk!"
"Kyaah! S-sorry! Did that hurt?"
Fortunately, this was a volunteer who treated Delin with some humanity. She observed Delin's reactions and cautiously began her caress.
"Don't worry, Mimi-yang. The male organ's sensitivity increases with each successive ejaculation, so it reacts this easily."
"Th-then should I just keep going like this...?"
"Of course. Delin? It's fine, right?"
Delin, who was enduring with his teeth clenched tight, nodded with difficulty.
"Good. You're being so very good. Open your mouth. A good child deserves an immediate reward."
With a lovely smile, Chichi stroked Delin's head a couple of times, then spooned some of the special pumpkin porridge from a small container into his mouth.
Tasting that flavor that seemed to melt even his soul away, Delin's mind went blank once more, and in that interval, he received the witch called Mimi's exemplary handjob and ejaculated refreshingly once again.
Since it was the third time, the volume was less than before, but still enough to make the witch's delicate hands thoroughly sticky—
the inexperienced witch with the glasses, her face flushed bright red, passed the turn to the next volunteer. A lewd smirk she couldn't quite suppress twitched at the corner of her lips.
The next volunteer was a socially awkward loner-type witch who seemed to lack any conversational skills.
The volunteer after that was a quiet, orderly witch who looked like she belonged on the library committee.
The next volunteers were two. The pair, who seemed to be very close friends, held hands and presented a joint-concept handjob. Bonus points awarded in the creativity category.
After that. After that... after that...
"Eh... gehgek..."
Only after being subjected to handjobs from quite a large number of witches in succession was Delin finally set free,
and after all the handjobs were over, he was left sprawled on the floor with Chichi's pumpkin porridge crammed into his mouth, reduced to a state of sputtering out nothing but labored moans.
"Now. Let's stop here for today. Originally, males remain erect and go through multiple [ejaculations] to compensate for the low pregnancy probability, but if they [ejaculate] too many times, numerous side effects can occur. Ah. Still, sprawling out like this is simply due to exhaustion, so don't worry."
Though Delin's fucked-up state seemed far too pitiful and lamentable to be called mere exhaustion, the humans of this other world had an excellent remedy called [healing magic].
Chichi moved her hands and demonstrated a new spell. Crystalline blue things materialized in the air and showered down onto Delin's body—they resembled shooting stars, possessing such beauty that they compelled onlookers to quietly admire them.
"Oh... pgork... pumpkin porrjje..."
Delin, savoring the pumpkin porridge while lying face-down, would soon regain his strength. That magic like blue shooting stars would work as a kind of blessing, breathing vitality back into him.
Just how long he would be used here as sex education teaching material was unclear, but his escape would probably take quite a long time.
That is, assuming nothing unusual happened.
If.
If something were to happen elsewhere...
"Whew. Delin! I'm back. Did you wait long? I was away from the house for too lo... ng..."
"...Delin? Delin!"
"Delin!! Stop joking around and come out. I... I hate pranks like this, you know? Yeah? Ahh... hurry up~!"
"Delin! Delin!! Are you here? Yeah? Not here? Ah~ maybe in the wardrobe? Hmm?"
"Delin! Stop it. I mean it. Come out now. Quickly."
"Come out, I said. Quickly...! Where are you! Where are you..."
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"You son of a bitch..."